Un día... Era... no sé ¿primavera?
De repente quisiste estar solo
y te fuiste a pasear a la fuente.
Caminabas despacito para alargar el camino.
Sentiste el cambio sutil de temperatura,
a lo lejos escuchaste un subterráneo riachuelo.
Te apoyaste en una piedra o ¿era un árbol?
Quisiste acariciar el cielo
pero las ramas caprichosas se opusieron.
Antes de beber el agua,
te miraste en el espejo perfecto.
Eras joven, guapo, alto, inteligente o ingenuo...
te sentías feliz, tranquilo.
Dejaste de odiar.
Si odiabas al mundo entero.
El silencio te llamo a gritos,
el aire te acarició
buscaste entre las hierbas esa ninfa de color.
¡Estaba allí! ¿La encontraste?
No, que pena, me dices que se te escapó.
Respira, vuelve a sentir aquel día.
Qué bonito fue ...
¿te acuerdas?
Do You remember?
You remember?
One day ...It was ... I do not know spring?
Suddenly you wanted to be alone
You remember?
One day ...It was ... I do not know spring?
Suddenly you wanted to be alone
you went for a walk to the fountain
You walked slowly to lengthen the path.
You felt the subtle change in temperature,
In the distance you heard an underground stream.
Did you lean on a stone, or was it a tree?
You wanted to caress the sky
but the capricious branches opposed.
Before drinking water,
You looked in the perfect mirror.
You were young, handsome, tall, intelligent or naive ...
You felt happy, calm.
You stopped hating
If you hated the whole world.
Silence shouted at you,
the air kissed you
you searched among the herbs for that nymph of color.
It was there! You found it?
No, what a pity! you tell me that it escaped you.
Breathe, feel that day again.
How nice it was.
Do you remember?
You walked slowly to lengthen the path.
You felt the subtle change in temperature,
In the distance you heard an underground stream.
Did you lean on a stone, or was it a tree?
You wanted to caress the sky
but the capricious branches opposed.
Before drinking water,
You looked in the perfect mirror.
You were young, handsome, tall, intelligent or naive ...
You felt happy, calm.
You stopped hating
If you hated the whole world.
Silence shouted at you,
the air kissed you
you searched among the herbs for that nymph of color.
It was there! You found it?
No, what a pity! you tell me that it escaped you.
Breathe, feel that day again.
How nice it was.
Do you remember?